“Don’t touch me,” she said softly as she moved away from me. “Don’t touch me!”
“Sunshine, baby, you’re in shock,” I said, trying to reason with her.
“I’m not in fucking shock, Amethyst Stone!” she glared at me. She looked around, and her eyes watered.
“Amethyst!” Morning yelled. “Bring your ass over here!” I turned around to see him applying pressure to Destyn’s stomach. “Amethyst!” My eyes went back to Yale, and she took another step away from me.
“I’ll be back, Sunshine,” I said, looking over her. “I swear, I’ll be right back.” I ran to Morning and prayed that I wasn’t too late to help Destyn.
Chapter thirty-eight
Yale
“No!” The scream that erupted from Corinthians made everyone stop. I turned to see her pulling against Gift with tears in her eyes as she tried to get to Four. “Move! Let me go!”
“I can’t, sis,” he said, holding on to her as Galaxy and Hood worked on him. It was bad, really bad, and my heart broke for her. “Corinthians, sis, come on!”
“Uri!” she yelled, not caring about what Gift was saying to her. “Uri, get your fucking ass up! Get up!”
“Gift, get her out of here, man!” Hood yelled as he pulled his jacket off and rolled up his sleeve. “She doesn’t need to see this.”
“No!” Corinthians yelled, still fighting against Gift. He could’ve easily picked her up, but he’d underestimated a heartbroken woman and her ability to fight. Moving faster than he expected, she kicked him on the side of the knee, which made his leg buckle, and she pushed him to the ground. Her bladeappeared out of nowhere and was against Gift’s throat before he could blink. “I’m going to ask you nicely because I know how much your friendship means to him, but don’t put your got damn hands on me again. No one, and I mean no one, touches me.”
“Corinthians,” Psalms called out to her sister as she slowly approached her. She held the bottom of her dress in one hand, and the other was raised to show she wasn’t a threat. “Big sis, look at me, not at them.”
“I can’t lose him,” Corinthians cried. “I-I-I can’t lose him.”
“I know, baby,” Psalms said, nodding. “And they are trying to make sure you won’t, but you have to move the knife from Gift’s neck. He isn’t the problem right now; he didn’t do anything.”
“I can’t lose him, Psalms,” she cried, shaking her head. “He saved me. He protected me.”
“I know, baby.” She stopped walking and extended her hand. “And I swear to you that you won’t, but you have to give me the knife.” She motioned for the knife and smiled. “Give me the knife, Corinthians, and let Gift go.”
“I got a pulse!” Galaxy yelled, and I took a deep breath.
“You heard Galaxy, right?” Psalms said. “They have a pulse, he isn’t dead. Now give me the knife and let Gift go.”
“Mommy?” Judah called out from the steps, and I turned to see him looking around. When his eyes landed on Four, I knew this shit was about to go from bad to worse. A heartbroken Corinthians was one thing, but a broken Judah would have the entire DeCorte line out for blood. “Four!”
“Ex! Get him!” Psalms said without taking her eyes off her sister. “Krude! I don’t care who does it, but somebody get him.”
I started to move because none of the other DeCortes were around, but stopped when a man I’d never seen before stepped out of the shadows and grabbed Judah.
“Oh shit,” Xoey said, coming to stand next to me. “Why did he do that?”
“Mommy!” Judah yelled, and this time the panic in his voice made Corinthians turn from watching them work on Four to her son. “Mommy!”
“Get your hands off my son!” Corinthians yelled and pushed away from Gift. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
Psalms turned to see her nephew being brought down the stairs, and her anger matched her sister’s. She reached under her dress, pulled out a knife, and twirled it between her fingers with a sinister smile. I heard the fellas joke about the sisters being off, but seeing them walking in unison, with the same look of determination, made even the hair on the back of my neck stand up. They were truly touched.
“Oh hell, the ghetto power rangers are about to show out,” Krude said from beside me. “Somebody find Ex! I can’t handle both their asses at the same time!” He looked around and threw his hands into the air. “Exodus!”
“My man is over there bleeding out, and you decided this would be the perfect time to touch my son?” Corinthians asked in the calmest voice I’d ever heard. There was no doubt in my mind that every warning bell in the man’s head was going off, and if they weren’t, they needed to be. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” She tilted to the side, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched another car pull up. And another man I’d never seen got out of the car. I’d been gone six months, and so much had happened.
“What the fuck happened?” The second man yelled as he looked around. I remembered him from when Grant died. He was the FBI agent who had pissed Gift off. Kenbral something. “Gentle, what the fuck happened?”
“I don’t know,” the first man said, still watching the sisters as they approached him. “Corinthians, Psalms, let me explain.”
